Fifteen years. Today is fifteen years since Drake and I stood at the altar, committing to walk through the ups and downs of life together ‘til death do us part.
I’ve read how the quindecennial anniversary marks preservation, longevity, and abundance. It is intended to commemorate treasured time as it’s flying by with clarity and transparency as the milestone markers.
Sweet sentiments—but they felt oddly empty to me.
The beauty and mystery wrapped up in our fifteen years of marriage was evident last night when we strangely found ourselves sitting on the tile floor of our bathroom, weeping together. In the coldness of the night, feeling the vulnerabilities and instability of our current circumstances, there was a big, warm, familiar hand holding mine. And as I looked into Drake’s eyes, I saw a man who not only knows my heights of joy and depths of pain but who has experienced those same joys and pains as his own. We have truly been bound together.
So, as I see it, our fifteen years is marked by the grace of God preserving our love through the wretchedness of life whereby sitting together on a bathroom floor in tears actually reflects deep joy—the joy of genuine commitment expressed in one shared life.
What was happening in your life January 1996?